People often ask me what it is like to have an “insulin reaction” (low blood sugar).
Sometimes it feels like I have the flu and I’m totally unable to function.
More mild reactions feel more like I’ve had a couple of beers and can’t think quite straight. I had one of those yesterday and ended up with this: 
Cereal in my Coke. Yumm?
Later on, after having eaten some sugar and having put cereal in a bowl as I had originally intended, I sat down to read some blogs and instead got this: 
Seriously—this is Pavlov’s cat. He hears the chink of a spoon in a bowl and then bounds inside and waits anxiously for the little bit of milk that we leave in the bottom of the cereal bowl. He’s a dork. (Oh, and he really doesn't have that snotty look on his face--he's very cute, but the camera flash makes him blink so I can't ever get a picture of him with his eyes open.)
One last story for today. Let me preface this by saying that my husband helps around the house a lot especially with dishes and laundry, making the bed and edging the lawn. Plus he does all of the hard things that I'm to chicken to do like bug bombs and sprinklers and sawing big limbs. I’m very appreciative of his help and am in no way discounting it by telling this adorable story.
I was in California last weekend. I got home Sunday night and was home for just long enough to sleep; then Craig and I went to northern Idaho for three days. Upon returning home, I set to cleaning the house. As I was going into the dining room to sweep the floor, Craig cornered me and we had the following conversation (more or less)
Craig: Oh, by the way, Charlie spilled some chocolate milk. (5 days before)
Maryn: (Laughs) okay, I’m guessing you’re telling me this because you didn’t clean it up
Craig: (a little defensively—and really cutely) no! I did clean it up. I put towels down on the milk!
Maryn: (looking around the corner at the floor) And then you left them there
Craig: Yes. 
I love my husband so so much.
11 years ago
